Information Aggregation

[Jak Sandrow]

Near Oublette

Jak leaned back from the controls, sighing softly. The little scrap ship was quite fast, but it didn't have much in the way of amenities. He hoped his contact would show up soon - she had told him to come here for the information trade, and he was willing to part with some info for a few extra bucks.

Especially if he could get some info of his own.

Setting up a comm link, he broadcast the quiet yet noticeable signal, letting his contact know where he was.



[member="Ivlyn Mecetti"]

 

[Ivlyn Mecetti]

[SIZE=11pt]Ivlyn always believed that the trade of one piece of information that is more immediately useful to her for one that is not immediately useful to the other was a kind of trade that gave her the position of coming out on top in the deal. She wasn’t quite sure what information she would receive yet, but considering her recent work with botany and horticulture, the woman could use something to jump start one of the projects at the facility. So here she was, on-board a GAT-12 blastboat that requested docking to the vessel next to it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”This is Ivlyn, little orchid. Blastboat requesting permission to talk.” She said, in that soft voice of hers that always seemed to lure people into an often false sense of security. Today she held no ill will, but tomorrow? That voice could get someone killed.[/SIZE]

 

[Ivlyn Mecetti]

[SIZE=11pt]Ivlyn always believed that the trade of one piece of information that is more immediately useful to her for one that is not immediately useful to the other was a kind of trade that gave her the position of coming out on top in the deal. She wasn’t quite sure what information she would receive yet, but considering her recent work with botany and horticulture, the woman could use something to jump start one of the projects at the facility. So here she was, on-board a GAT-12 blastboat that requested docking to the vessel next to it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]”This is Ivlyn, little orchid. Blastboat requesting permission to talk.” She said, in that soft voice of hers that always seemed to lure people into an often false sense of security. Today she held no ill will, but tomorrow? That voice could get someone killed.[/SIZE]

[member="Jak Sandrow"]